User blog comment:Llamao/A Disappearing Act/@comment-3474228-20120115001458

A few soldiers on duty spot the four rats and shout. "'Oy, you lot, c'mere, wot're ye doin', eh? Bein' idle on th'job ain't permitted 'ere." Using this distraction, the black otter edges slowly along the wall, keeping to the shadows, as he heads closer to the slave pen, looking to see if Shadowbane is behind him.